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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Alternative to love
Maybe if I lay real
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By Brendan Benson, brendan Benson - Between us
Somedays I'm content to stay
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Biggest fan
Electric eyes and a see-saw brain
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Bird's eye view
This is only a bird's
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By Brendan Benson, The girl with the silver on her face
Want to take
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By Brendan Benson, Cold hands, warm heart
We just need some time apart
And everything
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Crosseyed
This is only a bird's eye view
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By Brendan Benson, Take my hand and let it begin
Open your heart and
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By Brendan Benson, In her past there’s lots of people
I know them by
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By Brendan Benson, You'll be sorry the next time you see me
You'll eat
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Flesh and bone
Little lamb that you are
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By Brendan Benson, Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on
And I'm not
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Get it together
Well you love me and
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Gold into straw
I'm writing the words to
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By Brendan Benson, Good To Me
I’ve got a 1980 Volvo
I get in
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Got no secrets
I got no secrets
When
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - House in Virginia
House in Virginia
We' love
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - How 'bout you
Does it break your heart
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - I'm blessed
My mother raise me single-handedly
In
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By Brendan Benson, I'm easy
Just a couple of words
That you've
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Insects rule
Once knew a woman, she was
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By Brendan Benson, My so-called friends
Where are they now
I guess a love that
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Just like me
A balloon to your lips
And
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By Brendan Benson, My life in the D is a tragicomedy
A poetic verse
It’s
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Maginary girl
Maginary girl
You lay awake in
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Me just purely
This is only temporary
These
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By Brendan Benson, Met a girl – introduced myself
I asked her to with
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By Brendan Benson, Drip, Drip, Drip, outside my window,
A head full of
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Sittin' pretty
If I point my gun at
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By Brendan Benson, Brendan Benson - Spit it out
The yellow sun in the